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M  JUN  19-1936  , 

AND 

SACRED  PLLVDORIC  ODES, 

FEW  OF  WHICH  HAVE  EVER  BEEN  PUBLISHED. 


COMPILED  AND  PUBLISHED  BY 

PARIS  M.  DAVIS. 


"  The  Lord  God  omnipotent  reigneth.     The  whole 
earth  is  full  of  thy  praise." 

FIRST    EDITION. 


Boston: 

PRINTED    BY    JONATHAN    HOWE, 

t'ORNER   OF   MERCHANTS   ROW  AKD   CLINTON  STREET. 


I  tender  my  thanks  to  the  gentlemen 
who  have  presented  me  with  the  paper  and 
printing  of  this  edition. 

P.  M.  DAVIS. 


HYMNS, 


HYMN  1.     P.  M. 

Old  Israelites'  March. 

1  THE  old  Israelites  knew 
What  it  was  they  must  do, 

If  fair  Canaan  they  ever  possess'd — 

They  must  still  keep  in  sight 

Of  that  heavenly  light 
Which  led  to  the  promised  rest. 

That  the  camps  on  the  road 

Could  not  be  their  abode  ; 
But  as  oft  as  the  trumpet  should  blow, 

Then  all 's  glad  of  a  chance 

Of  a  further  advance  ; 
They  must  take  up  their  baggage  and  go, 

2  I  am  thankful  indeed 
For  that  heavenly  lead 

Which  before  me  has  hitherto  gone  : 

For  that  pillar  of  love, 

Which  forward  doth  move, 
And  which  gathers  our  souls  into  one. 


4 

While  that  sin  hating  throng 
Arc  advancing  along, 
Into  closer  Communion  thev  flow; 
So  now,  all  that  will  stand 
Oil  that  promised  land 
They  must  take  up  their  cross  and  must  go. 

3  Here  the  way  is  all  new, 
As  it.  opens  to  view, 

And  behind  me  a  foaming  red  sea; 

So  that  none  need  to  speak 
•  Of  the  onions  and  leeks, 
Nor  talk  about  garlics  to  me; 

I'm  engaged  in  pursuit, 

And  must  have  the  good  fruit 
Which  in  Canaan's  rich  valleys  doth  grow  ! 

Although  millions  of  foes 

Should  rise  up  and  oppose 
I'll  take  up  my  cross  and  will  go. 

4  Now  the  morning  doth  dawn 
For  the  camp  to  move  on, 

And  the  priests  with  their  trumpets  do  blow  : 

At  the  sound  of  the  trump 

I  am  ready  to  jump, 
And  for  one,  I'm  determined  to  go  : 

On  Jordan's  near  side 

I  can  never  abide, 


For  no  place  of  repose  can  I  see; 

But  I'll  come  to  that  spot 

And  inherit  the  lot 
Which  the  Lord  God  shall  give,  unto  me. 

5  Although  scattered  around 
On  this  wilderness  ground, 

Awhile  with  good  manna  been  led; 

But  this  won't  always  do, 

We  must  rise  and  go  through, 
And  must  have  the  unleavened  bread. 

We  are  little,  'tis  true, 

And  our  numbers  are  few, 
And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  falf ; 

But  while  I  see  a  track 

1  will  never  look  back, 
But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 

6  Although  some  in  the  rear 
Preach  tenor  ana  fear, 

And  complain  of  the  trials  they  mee/, 

And  old  Jordan  before 

With  great  fury  doth  roar, 
I'm  resolv'd  I  will  never  retreat  : 

For  it's  union  I  seek, 

With  the  pure  and  the  meek, 
So  an  end  to  all  discord  and  strife  , 

Since  I've  fixed  my  ejes 


On  that  heavenly  prize, 
I'll  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  life. 

7  If  I'm  faithful  and  true 
And  my  journey  pursue 

I  shall  stand  on  that  promised  shore ; 

I  shall  thankfully  see 

What  a  blessing  to  me 
Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 

Then  as  loss  is  my  gain 

I  shall  never  complain, 
But  as  long  as  I'm  able  to  crawl, 

With  the  resolute  few 

I'm  resolv'd  to  go  through 
If  I  suffer  the  loss  of  my  all. 

8  All  my  honour  and  wealth, 
My  pleasure  and  health, 

I  am  willing  should  now  be  at  stake  ; 

And  if  Christ  I  obtain 

I  shall  count  it  great  gain, 
For  the  sacrifice  which  I  shall  make. 

When  I  all  have  forsook, 

Like  a  bubble  'twill  look, 
From  the  midst  of  the  glonfy'd  throng; 

Oh,  then  let  us  agree 

And  from  bondage  be  free, 
And  to  Zion  be  marching  along. 


HYMN  2.     P.  M. 

1  THE  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  spreading  far  and  wide, 
And  sinners  they  are  coming  into  the  gospel  tide. 
The  standard  of  King  Jesus  in  glorious  triumph  rise, 
Andsinners  crowd  around  it  with  joy  and  sweet  surprise. 

2  The  sufferings  of  the  Saviour  upon  mount  Calvary, 
Are  sounding  sweet  to  sinners,  come  this  will  set  you 

free  ! 
And  while  this  glorious  message  was  circulating  round, 
Some  souls  expos'd  to  ruin,  redeeming  love  have  found. 

3  And  of  that  happy  number,  I  hope  that  I  am  one, 
And  Jesus  he  will  finish  the  work  he  has  begun; 

He  711  cut  it  short  in  righteousness,  and  I'll  for  ever  be 
A  monument  of  mercy  in  vast  eternity. 

4  I  am  but  a  young  convert,  that  lately  did  enlist, 

A  soldier  under  Jesus,  my  Captain,  King  and  Priest; 
I  have  received  my  bounty,  likewise  my  martial  dress, 
A  ring  of  love  and  favour,  a  robe  of  righteousness. 

5  It's  down  into  the  water  where  we  young  converts  go, 
To  serve  our  Lord  and  Master  in  righteous  acts  below ; 
To  lay  our  sinful  bodies  beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
An  emblem  of  the  Saviour  when  he  lay  in  the  grave. 

6  Poor  sinners,  think  what  Jesus  has  done  for  you  and 

me, 
Behold  his  pained  body  hangs  tort'ring  on  the  tree  ! 
His  bleeding  head,  his  hands,  his  side,  he  doth  to  you 

display ; 
Come  tell  me,  fellow  sinner,  how  can  you  stay  away  ! 

7  Come  all  ye  elder  brethren  who're  soldiers  of  the 

cross, 
Who  for  the  sake  of  Jesus  have  counted  all  things  dross, 
Come  pray  for  us  young  converts,  that  we  may  travel  on, 
And  meet  you  all  in  glory  where  our  Redeemer's  gone. 


HYMN  3.     P.  M. 

The  Pure  Testimony. 
1  THE  pure  testimony  pour'd  forth  in  the  Spirit, 

Cuts  like  a  keen  two-edged  sword  : 
And  hypocrites  now  are  most  sorely  tormented, 


Because  they're  condemn'd  by  the  word 
The  pure  testimony  discovers  the  dross, 
While  wicked  professors  make  light  of  the  cross 


But  Babylon  trembles  for  fear  of  her  loss. 

2  Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  church  to  be  gathered 
Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God  ? 

Babtiz'd  by  one  Spirit  into  the  one  body, 
Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood  ? 
They  drink  in  one  spirit,  which  makes  them  all  see 
They're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be, 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the  free. 

3  Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony, 
And  let  the  world  hear  it  again  ; 

O  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt  and  Sodom, 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain  ; 
And  gird  on  your  armour,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
For  Christ  will  direct  you  by  his  living  word  ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 

4  The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  mustering  his  forces, 
To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 

By  flatt'ries,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecution, 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain  : 
But  shun  his  temptations,  wherever  they  lay, 
And  mind  not  his  servants,  whatever  they  say  ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  give  you  the  day. 

5  The  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are  like  them, 
But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own  ; 

The  pure  testimony  cries  up,  separation, 

And  calls  you  your  lives  to  lay  down. 
Come  out  from  their  spirit  and  practices  too, 


9 

The  track  of  the  Saviour  keep  still  in  your  view ; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  its  way  through. 

6  A  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  kingdoms, 
The  armies  will  gather  anon  ; 

The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution 

Will  come  to  close  battle  ere  long  : 
Then  wash  all  your  clothes  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  Spirit,  as  Jesus  has  done  j 
In  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  pure  testimony  is  not  to  establish 
The  selfish  inventions  of  men  ; 

The  systems  of  parties  it  never  advances, 

Nor  seeks  worldly  honour  or  gain  : 
'Tis  mov'd  in  the  Temple,  in  each  holy  soul, 
And  then  into  words,  in  a  torrent  doth  roll. 
In  love  to  the  hearers,  including  the  whole. 

8  No  system  of  doctrine  is  by  it  established, 
Excepting  the  doctrine  of  love  : 

To  love  God  supremely,  and  love  to  one's  neighbour, 

The  pure  testimony  approves  ; 
The  pure  testimony  holds  nothing  beside  : 
The  doctrine  of  devils  and  men  can't  abide 
The  pure  testimony,  which  lays  them  aside. 

9  No  vain  ceremonies  in  pure  testimony, 
It  always  puts  forth  its  own  forms  ; 

'Tis  nowise  dependent  on  better  instruction, 

Or  what  worldly  wisdom  performs  : 
It  holds  nothing  else  but  Christ  Jesus  for  all, 
The  only  Foundation  which  never  can  fall, 
The  precious  Redeemer  in  every  soul. 

10  The  pure  testimony  has  uniting  power 
To  gather  the  churches  alone  ; 

Without  any  movements  of  worldly  upbuilding, 
The  saints  are  united  in  one  : 


10 

It  gives  all  directions  what  course  to  pursue, 
And  teaches  each  member  what  part  he  must  do  ; 
And  love  knows  no  party  but  those  who  love  too. 

11  The  pure  testimony  has  no  selfish  movements  ; 
It  stands  independent  of  men  5 

It  seeks  to  exalt  nothing  else  but  a  Saviour, 

And  bends  all  its  force  against  sin  : 
It  holds  nothing  else  a  Redeemer  for  men, 
But  Christ  Jesus  within  them  to  save  them  from  sin, 
Commending  a  present  salvation  in  him. 

12  Now  this  is  the  pure  testimony  of  Jesus, 
And  his  ancient  witnesses  too, 

Which  gives  men  instruction  how  they  must  be  saved, 

With  no  other  object  in  view  : — 
Let  this  testimony  abound  and  prevail ; 
Let  love  conquer  hatred  and  selfishness  fail — 
The  pure  testimony  says,  "Jesus  is  all." 

HYMN  4.     P.  M. 

Hope  makeih  not  ashamed. 

1  A  few  more  days  of  grief  and  wo ; 
A  few  more  suffering  scenes  below  ; 

And  then  to  glory  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  Who  then  will  march  to  win  the  prize 
And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies, 
Where  joy  and  friendship  never  dies, 
But  always  reigns  in  paradise — 

We'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


11 

3  Come  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Say  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me — 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see 

And  praise  the  Lord  eternally, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

4  There  we  shall  meet  and  part  no  more 
When  we've  arrived  on  Canaan's  shore, 
For  Zion's  warfare  will  be  o'er  : 

Such  songs  were  never  heard  before — 
We'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

5  There  tears  will  all  be  wip'd  away 
And  Christians  never  go  astray  : 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumbrous  clay 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

6  My  soul  seems  happy,  while  I  sing 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing : 

I'll  shout  salvation  to  my  king, 
While  he  to  heaven  his  trophies  bring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

7  Those  beauteous  fields  of  living  green 
By  faith  our  tellescope  are  seen  ; 
While  Jordan's  billows  roll  between, 
We  soon  shall  cross  the  narrow  stream, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


12 

S  The  rose  and  lily  there  will  stand 
In  beauteous  rows  at  God's  right  hand; 
O,  how  I  long  for  Canaan's  land, 
To  join  that  holy  happy  band, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

HYMN  5.     P.   M. 

"  I  am  the  Rose  of  Sharon  and  the  Lily 
of  the  ValHes." 

1  AT  the  shrine  of  dissipation, 

1  have  searched  for  pleasure's  charms ; 
Trac'd  the  rounds  of  affectation, 
Then  beheld  Maria's  arms. 

2  Spreading  to  Celestia's  mansion, 
There  I  heard  her  dulcet  pray'r — 

Stranger  give  thy  soul  expansion, 
Read  the  virtues  treasur'd  there  ! 

3  No,  Maria— see  Aurora 
With  her  living  colours  rise — 

What  have  we  to  do  with  Flora  ? 
Win  the  R.OSE  that  never  dies ! 

4  See  the  Lily — Heav'ns  carnation, 
There  thy  soul  shall  find  repose — 

Just  to  nature's  obligation, 

Treasure  Heav'ns  immortal  Rose  ! 

5  Angel's  smil'd  with  approbation, 
To  Maria  cast  their  eyes — 


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See  the  Lily — Heaven's  carnation, 
Win  the  Rose  that  never  dies! 
HYMN  6.     P.  M. 

"  Marriage  in  Carta" 

St.  John,  Chap.  5 

1  COME,  spirit  of  the  Persian  fire, 
Chaste  spirit  of  the  dulcet  lyre, 
Infuse  thy  lucid  genial  heat, 
Whilst  he  who  holds  the  keys  of  fate, 
Unseals  the  tomb  ! — the  dead  await — 
He  bids  the  fibrous  heart-strings  beat ! 

2  But  lo !  we  quit  the  Persian  fires, 
No  earthly  harmony  inspires ; 

A  purer  name,  a  holier  tongue, 
Emancipates  our  fallen  race  ! 
The  universe,  redeemed  by  grace, 
By  nature's  spirit  shall  be  sung. 

3  Dense  particles  of  ravless  air, 
Move  quivering  in  extreme  despair — 
Convulsed,  they  tremble,  fade  and  die  ! 
"  The  waters  saw  their  God  and  blush'd," 
The  warring  elements  were  hush'd — 
The  morning  sun  was  veil'd  on  high ! 

4  "  'Tis  past!"   Maria  sweetly  sung, 
Seraphic  notes  !   no  mortal  tongue 


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Could  ever  vainly  hope  to  reach  ! 
The  soul  of  souls,  our  God  most  high, 
Breathed  spirit  through  immensity, 
And  gave  the  grand  creation  speech ! 

5  Matter  recedes — the  hallowed  earth 
Awakes  to  renovated  birth — 

To  life  and  love's  celestial  day  ! 
Eternity  unfold's  her  wings, 
"  Glory  to  God,  Most  High  I"  she  sings ; 
"  'Tis  past!"  our  sins  are  washed  away. 

6  The  pageant  of  this  earthly  frame 
Is  past  away,  and  mortals  claim 
Affinity  with  souls  above, 

With  forms,  whose  nature  shall  remain, 
Unchang'd  by  time,  with  heaven  to  reign, 
In  all  the  excellence  of  Love. 

7  Those  higher  orders  shall  sustain 
Immortal  pleasures,  and  retain 
The  sanctity  of  souls  most  high — 
With  forms  of  light,  whose  subtle  rays, 
In  symmetry's  celestial  blaze, 
Partake  of  vast  Eternity  ! 

8  Still  lighter  vehicles  may  move 
Than  light  itself — the  rays  of  Love, 
Formed  by  the  Architect  Divine, 
In  heav'nly  harmony  shall  meet. 


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Perfection  with  her  forms  complete, 
Shall  with  the  Parent-Spirit  shine  ! 

SECOND  PART. 

9  Maria  ceas'd — in  soothing  rest, 
The  happy  forms  of  spirits  blest, 
Sing  requiems  in  Infinity — 
Happy  the  souls  the  Holy  Dove 
Hath  wedded  to  the  Prince  of  Love  : 
Praise  ye  the  Holy  Trinity  ! 

10  "  'Tis  past !  'tis  done,"  an  angel's  tongue 
Reverberate  the  holy  song ; 

With  heav'nly  notes  he  strikes  the  lyre, 
The  saints  their  grateful  music  cease, 
While  seraphs  hail  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
And  Heaven's  great  family  inspire ! 

11  "  Ye|sainted  forms  array'd  in  light, 
Ye  soul^in  robes  of  Love  so  bright, 
With  higher,  greater  orders  sing" — 

At  once  they  ceas'd — seraphs  more  bright 
Than  ever  yet  had  charm'd  the  sight — 
Now  hail'd  their  Prophet,  Priest  &,  King  ! 

12  Still  fairer  forms  inspired  the  sight, 
Array'd  in  spirit  flown  from  light, 

In  robes  of  spirit  form'd  of  Love — 
Hear  inspiration  from  their  tongue  1 


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And  thus  they  talk'd  and  thus  they  sung, 
We  are  the  heralds  of  the  Dove. 

13  Millions  of  orders  far  excel 
Your  power  to  learn,  or  ours  to  tell, 
Along  the  fields  of  lucid  space  ; 

They  ceas'd  and  shook  their  golden  wings, 
Convers'd  on  Love's  transcendent  springs, 
Then  sung  of  Man,  redeern'd  by  Grace. 

14  The  Father  smiPd  supremely  mild, 
On  his  belov'd  and  perfect  child, 

But  hear  one  universal  tongue  ; 

Infinity  itself  is  charm'd, 

The  universe  of  sin  disarm'd, 

And  thus  they  talk'd,  and  thus  they  sung. 

15  "  'Tis  past !"  'tis  done,  'tis  Nature's  lay 
The  notes  of  Heaven  supremely  play, 
And  occupy  Infinity ! 

Millions  of  orders  more  refined, 
Than  ever  graced  a  seraph's  mind, 
Reign  with  the  soul  Divinity. 
HYMN  7.     P.  M. 
Creation. 
3   THE  Spirit  mov'd  with  God  on  high, 
To  organize  immensity ; 
In  oceans  of  infinity, 
The  latent  forms  of  matter  move — 


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Sensorial  organs  force  to  birth, 
The  grand  festivity  of  mirth  ! 
Fair  VIRTUE  deign'd  to  visit  earth, 
Attended  by  the  Prince  of  Love. 

2  How  pleasant,  O  how  fair  to  see, 
The  forests  of  America ! 
Amid  the  works  of  Deity  ; 
This  landscape  but  a  spot  appears ! 
Ye  pious  sons,  ye  virgin  band, 
Cherish  the  heroes  of  your  land, 
They  rise  or  fall,  at  God's  command — 
Trust  love  and  virtue,  banish  fears. 
HYMN  8.     P.  M. 
Things  I  Love. 

1  I  love  the  maid  who  keeps  and  reads  the  Scriptures — 
Who  is  religious,  chaste,  sincere,  and  pious  •, 

Who  trusts  her  spirit  to  the  holy  keeping, 
Of  her  Redeemer  ! 

2  I  love  the  lawyer  who's  a  kin  to  "  Bacon" — 
Whose  throne  is  truth — whose  mirror  shows  politeness  ! 
Whose  language  ceases  whilst  the  happy  hearer, 

Listens  attentive  ! 

3  I  love  the  doctor  who's  a  man  of  feeling — 

Like  "  Rush"*-can  soothe  and  give  the  balm  of  Gilead, 
Knows  all  our  passions — every  human  frailty — 
And  charms  our  slumbers  ! 

4  1  love  the  hero  who's  a  soul  like  Perry : 
A  pious  fortitude  inspires  his  actions — 

A  love  of  country,  that  excels  description, 
Wafts  him  to  glory  ! 
'2  *  Of  Philadelphia. 


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5  I  love  to  go  to  church  and  lienr  the  music, 
The  chaste  angelic  language  of  the  blessed-,. 
The  breath  of  Spirit  feeding  us  with  incense. 

Of  living  manna ! 

6  I  love  the  orators  of  all  persuasions. 

Who  teach  the  truth — "have  charity" — "  love  merqy, 
•See  to  their  own  flocks  that  they  walk  discreetly, 
And  love  their  neighbors.'' 

7  And  more  than  this,  I  love  that  holy  Spirit, 
Which  shows  a  vista  to  the  Heaven  of  heavens  ! — 
Dispels  contention — reunites  frail  mortals 

In  bonds  of  friendship  ! 

HYMN  9.     P.  M. 

William  Penn — a  Sapphic  Ode. 

1  Go  stranger,  to  the  mountain's  height,  in  silence, 
Look  down  and  see  the  riches  of  the  valley, 

Far  as  the  eye  extends  its  lucid  vision, 
See  happy  farmers  ! 

2  Health  the  first  blessing  from  the  source  of  nature, 
With  crimson  beauty,  blushing  smiles  of  virtue, 
Rush  on  the  soul  with  more  than  earthly  prescience, 

Like  inspiration ! 

3  "  A  still  small  voice"  is  heard  from  yonder  city,* 
Soft  as  of  Angels  talking  to  the  blessed! 

"Once  lived  a  man  !"  he's  gone  from  us  forever  ! 
Behold  his  labours ! 

4  "  Peace"  was  his  motto — see  the  land  he  planted  ! 
Hath  it  not  flourish'd  ?  draw  thine  own  conclusions, 
So  shall  thy  soul  find  peace — science  and  plenty 

Shall  crown  thy  labours. 

5  Like  incense  on  the  wings  of  love  it  trembled — 
The  polish'd  city  and  the  golden  harvest. 

Rose  like  enchantment  from  the  wilds  of  nature, 
Unfolding  Eden ! 

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f>  See'st  thou  vm\  garden  of  celestial  roses  ? 
Those  crimson 'd  lilies  of  the  happy  valley  ? 
They  spin  and  weave,  and  understand  the  dairy — 

Yea,  teach  refinement. 
7  .Hear  reason's  voice  !  see  love  celestial  vision  ! 
Feel  sweet  caresses  from  the  parent  Spirit ! 
This  is  religion  !  friendship's  holy  union— 

Our  hope  for  mercy  ! 

HYMN  10.     P.   M. 

"  Jesus  Wept." — a  Sapphic  Ode. 

1  Humbled  in  dust,  before  the  throne  of  mercy, 
A  wretched  sinner  lisp'd  the  God  eternal, 
Who  spake  the  word,  and  universal  nature 

Rose  into  being! 

2  Bade  time  begin,  revolving  worlds  to  know  him, 
Gave  laws  to  matter,  order  to  creation, 

The  vast  machinery  of  the  universe, 
Forc'd  into  action  ! 

3  Millions  of  beings  in  the  spheres  assigned  them, 
Through  fields  of  ether  and  unbounded  oceans, 
Reap  the  rich  harvest,  which  the  hand  omniscient, 

Gives  them  for  ever  ! 

4  And  lastly,  man !  to  crown  the  fair  creation, 
Rose  in  the  image  of  the  blest  Creator  ! 
With  mental  organs  to  receive  the  spirit, 

Passing  the  senses ! 

5  Contending  passions,  elements  of  action, 
Rise  in  rebellion  to  the  laws  eternal, 
Bidding  defiance  to  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Reason  and  virtue  ! 

6  The  Saviour  wept  at  man's  obdurate  folly — 
Unseal'd  the  gates  of  death,  bade  millions  follow, 


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Thro'  crimson  (ouabains  of  celestial  mercy, 
Rising  ii. mortal  ! 

HYMN  II.     P.  M. 
Day  'arl/'i/  from  Lord  Jlijron. 

1  I  had  a  dream — not  all  a  dream, 
Some  rays  of  reason  still  did  stream, 

On  nature's  mental  throne  ! 
Whilst  Sol's  extinguished  vital  flame, 
Wander'd  in  darkness!  went  and  came, 

His  rays  had  pathless  flown  ! 

2  The  wild  birds  shriek'd  terrific  cries! 
Qaiick  groans  and  agonizing  sighs! 

The  passions  did  subside  ! 
Love  had  tor  ages  been  unknown, 
The  elements  themselves  had  flown, 

Wars  lingering  monsters  died. 

3  Darkness  a  thousand  fold  increas'd  ! 
Volcano's  and  their  vital  ceas'd ! 

The  seeds  of  lire  were  lost ! 
Fuel  in  memory  had  no  name ! 
The  rayless  orbs  still  went  and  came, 

In  icy  tempest's  toss'd  ! 

4  The  shrouded  world  in  wild  despair, 
United  in  one  selhsh  prayer, 

To  be  restor'd  to  Light! 
Million.-  of  ages  roll'd  away! 


Nature  expir'd,  Time  eeas'd  to  play  ! 
And  slumber'd  with  the  night ! 
HYMN  12.     P.   M. 
The   Death  of  Abel. — Lament  of  Adam 
and  Eve Tune  liunkcrhili. 

1  O  thou,  who  dwellest  in  the  heaven  of  heavens  ! 
Thou  guardian  Spirit — Parent  of  creation  ! 
Behold  our  son,  pity  our  fallen  condition — ■ 

"  Have  mercy  on  us  !" 

2  Pity  our  son  that  lives,  and  still  is  dying  ! 
Beneath  thy  wrath  he  groans  for  his  oife.nces! 

"  Humbled  in  dust,"  o'trwhelmed  with  dreadful 
tortuies —  "  Have  mercy  on  him  !" 

3  "  Cast  us  not  off,  thou  God  of  love  for  ever !" 
O  hear  our  prayers,  forgive  our  dire  transgressions  ? 
Thou  knowest  our  sorrows,  sins,  and  every  frailty — • 

"  Have  mercy  on  us  !" 

4  O  hear  our  supplications,  God  of  mercy  ? 
Abel  is  dead,  and  we  are  lost  in  darkness — 
O  call  his  spirit  to  its  native  heaven — 

Into  thy  bosom  ! 

5  We  kneel  in  dust — the  grave  is  open  for  us, 
And  Death's  first  victim  we  resign  to  nature  ! 
Assuage  our  anguish — give  us  consolation? 

"  Have  mercy  on  us  !" 

6  For  us,  and  for  succeeding  generations, 
Flow  crimson  fountains  of  celestial  mercy  ! 
From   the  sweet  heavens   behold  the  "  Rose   of 

Sharon,"  Its  perfect  Lily  ! 

7  Here  then  we  rest — whilst  dust  to  dust  returning, 


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Whilst  savage  monsters  wars  with  one  another — 
Know  there's  a  God  who  rules  the  lair  creation, 
A  ransom  for  us  ! 

HYMN  13.     P.  M. 

Remember  the  Poor. 

1  "Fear  God,"  with  pious  fortitude  adore  him, 
He  is  the  giver  of  our  lives  and  fortunes  : 
From  him  the  vast  variety  of  mortals, 

Receive  their  being. 

2  "  Love  mercy,"  Jesus  is  our  grand  example  : 
Copy  his  precepts,  follow  his  instructions, 
Pity  the  poor,  the  widow,  and  the  orphan  : 

"  Love  one  another." 

3  "  Walk  humbly,"    mortals  through    this   vale  of 

sorrow, 
Tread  lightly  on  the  ashes  of  our  fathers — 
We  are  but  dust,  and  all  must  shortly  mingle 
With  those  forgotten. 

4  Where  is  our  hope  for  mercy  in  the  heavens  ? 
Who  gave  us  life  ?    who  died  and  rose  triumphant, 
With  millions  blooming  in  the  resurrection  ? 

Hope  we  for  mercy? 
6  City  of  Science*— Athens  of  COLUMBIA  ? 
Christians  of  Freedom — Spirits  of  MESSIAS  ! 
Form  institutions — set  a  grand  example — 

The  Poor  Remember  ! 

*  Philadelphia. 

HYMN   !4.     P.  M. 
Christ  Betrayed. 
1    THE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
He  was  eondomn'd  and  led  away  ; 


Think,  O  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  ; 

Look  on  mount  Calvary  : 
Behold  him,  lamb-like  M  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  Suff'rer  stood. 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood ; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain  ; 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd,. 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold !  in  agony  he  dies  ! 

O  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come  see  his  tort'ringpain  . 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light; 
Blush'd  and  refus'd  to  view  the  sight ; 
The  azure  cloth'd  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

4  Hark!  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son  IJ 


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He  cries  for  help,  but  oh  !  there's  none  ; 
He  treads  the  wine  press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood  ! 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry 
"Eloi,  lama,  sabacthani  !  " 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conqu'ring  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Romans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come,  save  the  land ! 

Come,  try  yourself  to  free !" 
A  soldier  pierc'd  him  when  he  died, 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  the  Lord  was  crucified  ! 
Stern  justice  then  was  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me ! 

6  Behold!  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions,  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell : 

Though  he  endur'd  exquisite  pains, 

He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains : 

me  seraphs,  raise  your  loudest  strains, 

With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains  ; 

He  conquer'd  death  and  hell. 


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7  'Tis  clone!  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid  ; 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  ! 
Sinners,  on  him,  your  guilt  was  laid- — 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood! 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  loving  Lord. 

8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given  : 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion,  sing,  his  grace  abounds  ! 

1  hope  to  sing  eternal  rounds, 

In  naming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heaven. 
HYMN  15.     P.  M. 
This  World's  Delusive. 

1  THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  probation  given  ; 

The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow  : 
There's  nothing  true  as  heaven, 

2  Poor  wand'rers  of  a  stormy  day, 


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From  wave  to  wa,ve  are  driven  : 
And  limey's  flash,  and  reason's  ray, 
Serve  but  to  light  us  on  the  way: 

There's  nothing  bright  as  heaven. 

3  And  false  the  light  in  glory's  plume, 
As  fading  Jnids  of  even  ; 

And  genius'  bud,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gather'd  for  the  tomb  : 
There's  nothing  bright  as  heaven. 

4  And  where's  the  hand  held  out  to  cheer 
The  heart  with  anguish  riven  1 

For  sorrow's  sigh,  and  trouble's  tear, 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here  : 
There's  nothing  kind  as  heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 
Without  their  sins  forgiven  : 

True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace  : 
There's  nothing  good  as  heaven. 

6  From  those  who  walk  jn  wisdom's  ways, 
Corroding  fears  are  driven  ; 

They're  wash'd  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  Goo, 
And  find  their  way  to  heaven. 


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HYMN   16.      P.  M. 
The  Mourner's  Rest. 

1  THE  FIE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  re*t, 
To  mourning  wan'd'rers  given  ; 

There  is  a  tear  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 
'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  soft,  a  downy  bed, 
'Tis  fair  as  breath  of  even, 

A  couch  for  weary  mortals  spread, 
Where  they  may  rest  their  aching  head, 
And  find  repose  in  heaven. 

3  There  is  a  home  for  weeping  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  toss'd  in  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  oceans  roll, 
iVnd  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

4  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearful  eye, 
The  heart  with  anguish  riven, 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

5  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 


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Beyond  the  confines  of  the  torn! 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

6  Where  all  the  saints  immortal  sin 

And  crowns  of  joy  are  given  ; 
While  all  the  harpers  cheerful  bring 
Their  noblest  songs  to  Christ  their  King, 
When  swallow'd  up  in  heaven. 

HYMN  17.  L.  M. 

Heavenly  School. 

1  THERE  is  a  school  o-:i  earth  begun, 
Supported  by  the  Holy  One ; 

He  calls  his  pupils  for  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  Then  come,  my  friends,  where'er  yon  he, 
Say,  will  you  go  to  school  with  me  ? 
Christ  Jesus  is  my  Master's  name, 
Come  deaf  and  dumb,  come  blind  and  lame. 

3  Our  school  books  are  the  Scriptures  true, 
Our  lessons  are  for  ever  new  ; 

The  scholars  too  are  all  agreed, 
O,  'tis  a  blessed  school  indeed. 

4  My  Master  learns  the  blind  to  see, 
Then  come,  ye  blind,  the  school  is  free  : 


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My  Master  learns  the  lame  to  walk, 
He  also  learns  the  dumb  to  talk. 

5  My  Master  learns  the  deaf  to  hear ; 
Then  come,  ye  deaf,  and  lend  an  ear 
Unto  my  Master's  pleasant  voice, 
He'll  make  your  mourning  souls  rejoice. 

0  He  learns  the  swearing  man  to  pray, 
Then  come,  profane,  without  delay ; 
He'll  change  your  tongues  to  speak  his  name 
And  spread  abroad  a  Saviour's  fame. 

7  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  are  at  school, 
Attention  pay  to  every  rule ; 

'Tis  best  for  those  who  mind  their  book, 
And  have  all  carnal  joys  forsook. 

8  Our  mortal  frames  must  shortly  die, 
Then  we  shall  lay  our  school-books  by ; 
We'll  reign  with  Master  Jesus  then, 
Glory  to  God,  Glory,  Amen. 

HYMN  IS.     P.  M. 

1  UNCLEAN!  unclean!  and  full  of  sin, 
From  first  to  last  alas,  O  Lord,  I've  been  ! 

Deceitful  is  my  heart , 
Guilt  presses  down  my  burden'd  soul ; 
But  Jesus  can  the  waves  control, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart. 


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2  When  first  I  heard  his  word  of  grace, 
Ungratefully  I  hid  my  face, 

Ungratefully  delay'd  : 
At  length  his  voice  more  powerful  came, 
'Tis  I  he  cried,  I'm  still  the  same, 

Thou  need' st  not  be  afraid. 

3  My  heart  was  chang'd  in  that  same  hour, 
My  soul  confess'd  his  mighty  power, 

I  shed  a  grateful  tear  : 
Then  listen'd  still  to  hear  his  voice, 
Again  he  said,  in  me  rejoice, 

'Tis  I,  thou  need'st  not  fear. 

4  Unworthy  of  thy  love,  I  cried, 
Freely  I  love,  he  soon  reply'd, 

On  me  thy  faith  be  staid  : 
On  me  for  ev'ry  thing  depend, 
I'm  Jesus  still,  the  sinners  friend, 

Thou  need'st  not  be  afraid. 

HYMN  19.     P.   M. 

The  Jubilee. 
1  WHAT  heavenly  music  do  I  hear ! 

Salvation  sounding  free ; 
Ye  souls  in  bondage  lend  an  era — 

This  is  the  jubilee  ! 


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\  How  sweetly  doth  the  tidings  roll 

All  round  from  sea  to  sea; 
From  land  to  land,  from  pole  to  pole — 

This  is  the  jubilee  ! 

3  Good  news,  good  news,  to  Adam's  race  ; 
Let  Christians  all  agree 

To  sing  redeeming  love  and  grace — 
This  is  the  jubilee  ! 

4  The  gospel  sounds  a  sweet  release 
To  all  in  misery  ; 

And  bids  them  welcome  home,  to  peace — 
This  is  the  jubilee  ! 

5  Jesus  is  on  the  mercy  seat, 
Before  him  bend  the  knee  : 

Let  heaven  and  earth  his  praise  repeat — 
This  is  the  jubilee  ! 

6  Sinners  be  wise,  return  and  come ; 
Unto  the  Saviour  flee ; 

The  Spirit  bids  you  welcome  home — 
This  is  the  jubilee  ! 

7  Come  ye  redeem'd  your  tribute  bring, 
With  songs  of  harmony  ; 

While  on  the  road  to  Canaan,  sing — 
This  is  the  jubilee  ! 


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HYMN  20.     P.  M. 

Parting   of  Friends. 

!   WHEN  shall  we  three  meet  again?* 

When  shall  we  three  meet  again? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  we  in  love  retire, 
Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  three  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parch'd  beneath  the  hostile  sky  ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 

Oft  shall  we  three  meet  again. 

3  When  our  burnish'd  locks  are  gray, 
Thinn'd  by  many  a  toil-spent  day ; 
When  around  this  youthful  pine, 
Moss  shall  creep  and  ivy  twine, 
Long  may  this  lov'd  bojnrer  remain, 
Here  may  we  three  meet  again. 

4  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead  ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 

■  Said  to  have  been  composed  by  three  Indians 
who  were   graduates   at    Dartmouth  College;  at  a 

ite  bower,  on  parting. 


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Beauty,  wealth  and  fame  are  laid — 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  three  meet  again. 

HYMN  21.     L.  M. 

1  WHOM  man  forsakes  thou  wilt  not  leave, 
Ready  the  outcasts  to  receive ; 

Though  all  my  simpleness  I  own, 
And  all  my  faults  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Ah  1  wherefore  did  I  ever  doubt  1 
Thou  wilt  in  no  wise  cast  me  out, 
A  helpless  soul  that  comes  to  thee, 
With  only  sin  and  misery. 

3  Lord,  I  am  sick,  my  sickness  cure  ; 
I  want,  do  thou  enrich  the  poor  ; 
Under  thy  mighty  hand  I  stoop, 

O  lift  the  abject  sinner  up. 

4  Lord,  I  am  blind,  be  thou  my  sight  ; 
Lord,  I  am  weak,  be  thou  my  might  ; 
A  helper  of  the  helpless  be, 

And  let  me  find  my  all  in  thee. 
HYMN  22.     L.  M. 
t  WHEN,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 
That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee  ? 
The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
The  seal  of  thine  eternal  love? 
3 


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*2  A  poor  blind  child  I  wander  here, 
If  haply  I  may.  feel  thse  near; 

0  dark  !  dark  !  dark  !  I  still  must  say, 
Amidst  the  blaze  of  gospel-day. 

3  Thee,  only  thee,  I  fain  would  find, 
And  cast  the  world  and  flesh  behind  ; 
Thou,  only  thou,  to  me  be  given, 

Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  or  heaven. 

4  When  from  the  arm  of  flesh  set  free, 
Jesus,  my  soul,  shall  fly  to  thee  ; 
Jesus,  when  I  have  lost  my  all, 

I. shall  upon  thy  bosom  fall. 

HYMN  23.     C.  M. 
The  Saviour's  Invitation. 

1  THE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heav'nly  sound ; 

Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  ev'ry  thirsty,  longing  heart, 
Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 

And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart 
To  banish  mortal  wo. 

3  Ye  sinner's  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice 
The  gracious  call  obey  ; 

Mercy  invites  to  heav'nly  joys— 
And  can  you  vet  delay? 


4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly,  . 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 

HYMN  24.     C.  M. 
In  me  ye  shall  have  Peace. 

1  YE  saints  attend  the  Saviour's  voice, 
Spoke  in  his  word  of  grace  ; 

He  says,  and  in  it  O  rejoice, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace ! 

2  Tho'  storms  and  tempests  round  you  roar, 
And  foes  and  fears  increase, 

He  says,  and  what  could  he  sayjnore, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace ! 

3  What  though  afflictions  still  abound, 
Nor  do  temptations  cease, 

He  says,  and  O  how  sweet  the  sound, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace ! 

4  What  though  corruptions  dwell  within, 
Nor  does  the  conflict  cease, 

He  says,  in  spite  of  hell  and  sin, 
In  me  ye  shall  have  peace  !  . 

5  Tho'  you  shall  pass  thro'  death's  coldkflood 
To  gain  your  wish'd  release, 

He  says,  and  sure  he'll  make  it  good, 
In  me  ye  •shall  have  peace  ! 


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(5  When  you  his  lace  in  glory  view, 
Where  joys  can  ne'er  decrease, 

Eternity  shall  prove  it  true, 
In  him  we  shall  have  peace. 
HYMN  25.     P.  M. 
The  Harvest. 
I  THIS  is  the  field,  the  world   below, 
In  which  the  sower  comes  to  sow  ; 
Jesus  the  wheat,  satan  the  tares, 
For  so  the  word  of  truth  declares  : 
And  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 

I  And  angels  shout — the  harvest  home. 

2  Most  awful  truth,  and  is  it  so  ? 
Must  all  the  world  the  harvest  know  ! 
Is  every  man  the  wheat  or  tare  1 
Then  for  the  harvest,  O  prepare ; 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come 
And  angels  shout — the  harvest  home. 

3  To  love  my  sins,  a  saint  t'  appear  ; 
To  grow  with  wheat  and  be  a  tare, 
May  serve  me  while  on  earth  below, 
Where  tares  and  wheat  together  grow  ; 
But  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout — the  harvest  home. 

4  But  all  who  truly  righteous  be, 
Their  father's  kingdom  they  shall  see  : 


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Shine  like  the  sun  for  ever  there, 
He  that  hath  ears  then  let  him  hear  ; 
For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  tares  will  meet  an  awful  doom. 

5  When  the  last  harvest  shall  appear, 
To  separate  the  wheat  and  tare, 
May  we  among  the  wheat  be  found, 
In  sheaves,  with  cords  of  love  be  bound, 
And  join  the  angels  round  the  throne 
To  shout  the  glorious — harvest  home. 

HYMN  26.     C.  M. 

Baptism  of  Christ. 

1  THUS  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd, 
In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ; 

To  show  he  must  be  soon  baptiz'd 
In  tears,  and  sweat,  and  blood. 

2  Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 
Beneath  the  yielding  wave  ; 

Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd, 
Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 

3  Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey : 
In  thy  own  footsteps  tread  ; 

Would  die,  be  buried,  rise  with  thee, 
Our  ever-living  head. 


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HYMN  27.     P.   M. 

There  is  a  Heaven  ! 
In  Answer  to  a  Silent  Tear. 

1  Aft  !  why  thus  shed  "  the  silent  tear  ?" 
Altho'  thy  heart  be  riven 

With  greatest  source  of  keen  despair, 
Remember,  there's  a  heaven  ! 

2  And  should  your  friends  prove  insincere, 
Slight  to  your  love  be  given  : 

Do  good  for  ill  ;  suppress  the  tear  ; 
Your  great  reward's  in  heaven  ! 

.3  If  you  have  run  a  wild  career, 
By  passions'  whirlwinds  driven, 

And  think  there  is  no  mercy  here  ; 
There's  pardon  still  in  heaven ! 

4  Sum  up  the  whole,  remember  all 
The  woes  to  mortals  given  : 

What  to  the  lot  of  each  one  falls  ; 
Then  cast  your  eyes  to  heaveu  ! 

5  Contemplate  our  glorious  Lord, 
The  Saviour  to  us  given : 

Think  on  the  sufferings  he  endured. 
And  bless  the  God  of  heaven. 

6  O  may  thy  future  life  and  will 
To  higher  thoughts  be  given  : 


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Extracting  every  good  from  ill, 

»  Place  all  your  hopes  in  heaven  ! 
HYMN  28.     P.   M. 

1  SWEET  rivers  of  redeeming  love, 
Lie  just  before  mine  eyes  ; 

Had  I  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  to  those  rivers  fly. 
I'd  rise  superiour  to  my  pain, 

With  joy  outstrip  the  wind  ; 
I'd  cross  bold  Jordan's  stormy  main, 

And  leave  the  world  behind. 

2  While  I'm  imprison 'd  here  below, 
In  anguish,  pain,  and  smart, 

Oft  times  those  troubles  I  forego, 
When  love  surrounds  my  heart. 

In  darkest  shadows  of  the  night, 
Faith  mounts  the  upper  sky  : 

I  then  behold  my  heart's  delight, 
And  would  rejoice  to  die. 

3  I  View  the  monster  death,  and  smile, 
Now  he  has  lost  his  sting : 

Though  satan  rages  all  the  while, 

I  still  the  triumph  sing. 
I  hold  my  Saviour  in  my  arms, 

And  will  not  let  him  go ; 
I'm  so  delighted  with  his  charms, 

No  other  good  I'll  know, 


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4  A  few  more  days,  or  years  at  most, 
My  troubles  will  be  o'er  ; 

I  hope  to  join  the  heav'nly  host, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 
My  rapt'rous  soul  shall  drink  and  feast 

In  love's  unbounded  sea ; 
The  glorious  hope  of  endless  rest 

Is  ravishing  to  me. 

5  O  !  come,  my  Saviour,  come  away, 
And  bear  me  through  the  sky ; 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 

Make  haste  and  bring  it  nigh. 
I  long  to  see  thy  glorious  face, 

And  in  thine  image  shine  ; 
To  triumph  in  victorious  grace, 

And  be  for  ever  thine. 

6  Then  will  I  tune  my  harp  of  gold, 
To  my  eternal  King  ; 

In  ages  that  never  can  be  told, 

I'll  make  his  praises  ring. 
All  hail,  eternal  Son  of  GoaV 

Who  died  on  Calvary  ;     " 
And  sav'd  me  with  thy  precious  blood 

From  endless  misery. 

7  Ten  thousand  thousand  join  in  one, 
To  praise  th'  eternal  Three ; 


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Prostrate  before  the  blazing  throne, 

In  deep  humility. 
They  rise  and  tune  their  harps  of  gold, 

And  sweep  the  immortal  lyre  : 
And  ages  that  can  ne'er  be  told, 

Shall  raise  thy  praises  higher. 

HYMN  29.     P.  M. 

Christ's   Vineyard. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation  ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  : 

All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 
Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 

Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely,  once  thy  garden  flourished, 
Every  plant  look'd  gay  and  green  ; 

Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourish'd, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen. 

4  [But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 
And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 

Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. " 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 
Fill'a  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ; 


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Old  professors,  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth  ? 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 
We  shall  meet  no  more  below : 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants,  to  sight  how  pleasant, 
Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 

But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  hath  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud.] 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 
Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 

0  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 

9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 
Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  : 

Let  each  one  esteem  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 

And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

HYMN  30.     P.  M. 
Exhortation. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner !  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go  ! 


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Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Soon  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  dam'd. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For  imless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 
That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 

Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 

Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  his  judgment  will  proclaim — 

When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 
And  drag  you  to  the  bar ; 

Then  to  bear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair. 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  a  blood  crimson  dye  , 
Each  for  vengeance  cry  aloud, 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 


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4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 
Your  forehead  lin'd  with  brass, 

God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass. 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace  ; ) 
Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 
You  may  his  mercy  know ; 

Though  his  arm  be  lifted  up, 

He  Btill  forbears  the  blow, 

It  was  for  sinners  Jesus  died  ; 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come ; 

None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says  there  still  is  room. 

For  Jesus'  sake,  I  pray  you  stop,  Sfc, 
HYMN  31.     P.  M. 
My  Beloved. 

1  O  THOU  in  whose  presence 
My  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 

My  comfort  by  day, 

And  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  and  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide 
Resort  with  thy  sheep, 


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To  feed  in  the  pastures  of  love  1 

O,  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  1 

3  Or  why  should  I  wander 
An  alien  from  thee  ? 

Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 

Thy  foes  will  rejoice, 

When  my  sorrows  they  see, 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 

4  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  1 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  Beloved  has  been, 
Or  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone. 

5  This  is  my  Beloved, 
His  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odours  around  ; 

The  locks  on  his  head 

Are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crown'd, 

6  Like  the  fair  rose  of  Sharon, 
Or  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales,  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  does  the  beauty 


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Of  excellence  glow — - 
And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

7  His  voice,  as  the  sound 
Of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 

The  cedars  of  Lebanon 

Bow  at  his  feet, 
And  the  air  is  perfum'd  with  his  breath. 

8  His  lips  as  a  fountain 
Of  righteousness  flow, 

And  waters  the  garden  of  grace  ; 

From  thence  their  salvation 

The  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

9  Love  sits  on  his  eyelids, 
And  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ; 

Their  faces  the  cherubim 

Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  praise  him  in  fulness  of  joy. 

10  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ! 

He  speaks,  and  eternity, 

Fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 


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HYMN  32.     P.  M. 

Christian  Peace. 

1  O  HOW  happy  are  they, 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ! 
Tongue  cannot  express, 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace, 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 
•     When  the  favour  divine 

I  first  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  : 
When  my  heart  first  believ'd 
What  a  joy  I  receiv'd  ! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus's  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below, 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat,    # 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  ; 

O  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
"  He  hath  lov'd  me,"  I  cried, 
"  He  hath  sufter'd  and  died, 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me." 


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?5  On  the  wings  of  his  love, 

I  was  carried  above, 
All  my  sins,  and  temptations,  and  pain ; 

And  I  could  not  believe 

That  I  ever  should  grieve, 
That  I  ever  should  suffer  again. 

6  I  then  rode  on  the  sky, 
Freely  justified  I, 

Nor  did  envy  Elijah  his  seat ; 

My  soul  mounted  higher, 

In  a  chariot  of  fire, 
And  the  world  it  was  under  my  feet. 

7  O  !  the  rapturous  height, 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ! 

Of  my  Saviour  possess'd, 

I  was  perfectly  bless'd, 
As  if  filFd  with  the  fulness  of  God. 

HY#N  33.     P.  M. 

Christ's  Church. 
1  LIKE  a  ship,  see  the  church,  through  the  ocean 

she  rolls  ; 
She's  freighted  with  grace   and  well  mann'd  out 

with  souls ! 
'Midst  whirlwinds  and  tempests  she  sails  through 

the  world, 
"While   storms  of  temptation  against  her  are  hurl  <i 


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2  She's  bound   from  the  world,  through  the  tempest 

she  flies, 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  for  the  skies  ; 
While  Christ  stands  at  helm  no  danger  she'll  fear, 
Her  Captain  and  Pilot  knows  which  way  to  steer. 

3  She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbours  below, 

But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course  doth  go  ; 
The  highlands  of  Heaven  she  still  keeps  in  view  ; 
Intends  there  to  anchor  and  there  land  her  crew. 

4  While  hell  and  her  legions  around  htv  do  roar, 
Like  waves  of  the  ocean  which  break  on  the  shore  ; 
She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  heeds  the  alarm, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  she  smiles  at  the  storm. 

5  The  ebb-tide  of  nature,  which  feeds  the  dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion,  together*  agree, 

To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose  ; 

She  spreads  forth  her  canvass  and  out-sails  her  foes. 

6  She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despised  by  fools, 
Who  sail  the  black  sea  till  they  shipwreck  their 

souls  ! 
She  kindly  invites  them  their  course  to  bewail, 
"vet  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more  sail. 

7  She's  rapidly  sailing  with  strong  gales  of  love, 
fend  soon  will  airike  soundings  on  fair  coasts  above  ; 
Vlake  the  highlands  of  Heaven,  and  enter  the  road, 
ind  anchor  for  e'er  in  the  kingdom  of  God  ! 

1  HYMN  34.     7's,  6's,  and  S's. 

4  JESUS  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wand'ring  sheep  ; 
f?alse  to  thee,  like  I'eter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 


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Let  me  he  by  grace  restor'd  ; 

On  me  be  all  Iong-sufFcing  shown 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthron'd  above, 
Repentanoe  to  impart, 

Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble,  contrite  heart ; 

Give  what  I  have  long  implor'd, 
A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown ; 

Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 
The  gracious  wonder  show  ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back, 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow  ; 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr'd, 
If  I  now  myself  bemoan, 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

4  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 
Nor  suffer  me  to  die  ! 

Life,  and  happiness,  and  love, 
Drop  from  thy  gracious  eye  ; 

Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 


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Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

5  Look,  as  when  thine  eye  pursu'd 
The  first  apostate  man  ; 

Saw  him  welt'ring  in  his  blood, 

And  bade  him  rise  again  ; 
Speak  my  paradise  restor'd, 

Redeem  me  by  thy  grace  alone ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

6  Look,  as  when  thy  languid  eye, 
Was  clos'd  that  we  might  live  ; 

"  Father,"  (at  the  point  to  die 
My  Saviour  gasp'd)  "  forgive." 

Surely  with  that  dying  word, 

He  turns,  and  looks,  and  cries,  "  'Tis  done  ;" 

0  my  bleeding,  loving  Lord, 
Thou  break' st  my  heart  of  stone. 

HYMN  35.     P.  M. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love  and  power ; 

He  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing  :  doubt  no  more. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 


True  belief,  and  true  repentance, 
Ev'rv  grace  that  brings  him  nigh  ; 
Without  money,  without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream, 

All  the  fitness  lie  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you.  this  he  gives  you, 
"Ti-  the  Spirit's  glim'ring  beam. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall, 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all  ; 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 
.5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 
Jx>,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him ! 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  fmish'd,  it  is  finish'd," 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice? 
6  Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  ascending 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly. 
Let  no  vi  her  trust  intrude  : 


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None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Ji:srs, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
7  Saints  and  angels  joiri'd  in  concert, 
Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  ; 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heav'u 
Sweetly  echo  with  his  name  : 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Sinners  here  may  do  the  same. 

HYMN  3C.     C.  M. 

1  COME,  sing  us  one  of  Zion's  song*, 
And  melody  perform  ; 

And  by  the  river  Babylon, 
No  longer  sit  and  mourn. 

2  How  can  I  sing  with  heart-strings  broke 
Or  melody  perforin  ; 

My  airs  all  fled,  ray  pleasures  and 
My  joys  all  mix'd  with  pain. 

3  My  harp  is  on  the  willows  hung. 
The  strings  all  out  of  tune  : 

Well  may  I  sit,  and  sigh,  and  mourn. 
The  best  of  friends  is  gone. 

4  Now  shall  my  inward  joys  arise. 
And  burst  into  a  song  ; 

x\l mighty  love  inspires  my  heart. 
And  pleasure  tunes  my  tongue. 


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I 

5  Although  my  sins  be  scarlet  red, 

And  like  a  crimson  gore ; 
They  shall  be  white  as  fleecy  snow, 
#  And  stain'd  with  guilt  no  more. 
HYMN  37.     P.  M. 
Heavenly    Union. 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise, 
That  hatred  is  conquer'd  by  love  ? 

It  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties, 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove. 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 
Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 

It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus5  dear  blood  it  did  cost. 

3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 
Our  hearts  all  united  in  love, 

Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  O,  why  then  so  loath  for  to  part, 
Since  we  shall  ere  long  meet  again  ? 

Engrav'd  on  Immanuel's  heart, 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  And  when  we  shall  see  that  bright  day, 
And  join  with  the  angels  above, 

Leaving  these  vile  bodies  of  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love. 


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6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glory  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah,  Amen, 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 

HYMN  38.     P.  M. 
First  Gospel  Church. 

1  IN  witness  of  the  gospel,  an  ordinance  we  find, 
And  in  the  third  of  Matthew  this  ordinance  enjoined  I 
Enjoined  on  all  believers,  come  witness  how  the  Sonj 
Came  and  was  baptized  by  his  own  servant  John.    I 

2  Not  at  the  river  Jordan,  but  in  the  flowing  stream  ;, 
Stood  John,  the  Baptist  preacher,  when  he  baptizr 

ed  the  Lamb  ;  [came. 

And  Jesus  Christ  the  Saviour,  out  of  the  water 
To  show  that  we  must  follow  and  pattern  after  him. 

3  Some  say  that  John  the  Baptist  was   nothing  but 

a  Jew ;  .  [too : 

But  the  word  of  God  informs  us  he  was  a  preacher 
A  preacher  to  the  people,  the  gospel  to  impress, 
Likewise  to  enforce  the  need  of  a  Saviour'r  righte- 
ousness. 

4  Infants  were  brought  to  Jesus — were  brought  for 

him  to  bless  : 
His  blessing  they  received  and  shall  for  ever  rest. 
Then  welcome  tender  parents  to  bring  your  babes 

along ; 
Not  to  be  baptized — for  Jes^s  baptized  none. 

5  The  traditionists  will  say  that  these  sentiments 

are  new ; 
If  they'll  read  the  third  of  Matthew  they'll  surely' 
find  them  true  ; 


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That  there  were  none  baptized  but  such  as   did  be- 
lieve, 

And  none   but  true  believers   will   Almighty   God 
receive. 

6  Now  read   the  third  of  Matthew,  go  read  it  o'er 
again,  ■*  [ance  bring : 

There's  none  who  were   baptized   but   did   repent- 

If  you'd  believe  our  Jesus  you'd  be  baptized  like 
him, 

As  long  as  you  neglect  it,  it  is  to  you  a  sin. 
K  This  ordinance  of  Jesus  doth  stand  so  firm    and 
strong  [oured  long; 

There's  none  can  overthrow  it  tho'  they've  endeav- 
Hfor  Jesus  and  his  kingdom  will  stand  "for  ever  sure, 

When  anti-christian  power  will  fall  to  rise,  no  more. 

8  John   was  a  gospel   preacher  when   he   baptized 
the.  Lamb  ;  [came  ; 

Then  Jesus   was  a  Baptist,  and   thus  the    Baptists 

If  you  would  follow  Jesus  as  Christians  ought  to  do, 

You'd  come  and  be  baptized  and  be  a  Baptist  too. 

HYMN  39.     P.  M. 

The  Appearance  and  Siifl^rings  of  Christ. 
1    t-IAlL  !   thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  Mediator 

Down  from  the  regions  of  glory  descends; 
Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  the  manger,  . 

Lo !   for  his  guide  the  bright  angels  attend. 
Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Shine  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  in  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  "Redeemer  is  laid. 
•u2  Cold  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  ginning, 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall  : 


o7 

Angel*  adore  him  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odours  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine  ; 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearli  of  the  ocean. 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine- 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favour  secure  ; 

Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 
Brightest  and  best,  &c. 

HYMN  40.     P.  M. 

Good  Tidings. 

1  HEAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation  ; 
Published  to  every  creature 
Of  the  ruin'd  sons  of  nature, 

Jesus  reigns ! 
He  reigns  victorious, 
Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns ! 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying ; 
Hear  the  standard-bearers  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favour 
Now  is  offer'd  by  the  Saviour." 

Jesus  reigns!  &c, 


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3  Hear,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Ye  who've  wrought  your  own  undoing; 
Here  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation  ; 

Jesus  reigns !  &,c. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
And  for  you  was  crucified  : 
Conquer'd  death  and  rose  to  heaven, 
Life  eternal  through  him  given  ; 

Jesus  reigns  !  &c. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy  ; 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly ; 
Turn,  or  you  are  lost  for  ever  ! 
Oh,  now  fly  unto  the  Saviour — 

Jesus  reigns !  &-c. 

6  For  this  love,  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains, 
Roaring  thunders,  lightning's  blazes, 
Shout  the  great  Messiah's  praises  : 

Jesus  reigns !  &.c. 

7  Here  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey ; 
Come  and  purchase  without  money  : 
Mercies  flowing  like  a  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain — 

Jesus  reigns !  &c. 


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8  Shout  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
Christ  has  died  for  your  salvation  ! 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation, 
Sound  aloud  the  proclamation — 

Jesus  reigns  !  &c. 

9  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention 
Of  him  who  wrought  out  your  redemption, 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 

The  Almighty  King  of  Zion — 

Jesus  reigns !  &>c. 

10  Now  our  souls  have  caught  new  fire, 
Brethren,  raise  your  voices  higher ; 
Angels  shout  the  joyful  story, 
Through  all  the  bright  world  of  glory — ■ 

Jesus  reigns !  &,c. 

HYMN  41.     8's. 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
;When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me. 

2  The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay, 
But  when  I  am  happy  with  him, 
December's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

3  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 


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His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

4  I  should,  were  he  always  thus    ttigh, 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  face. 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign  ; 

No  changes  of  seasons  or  place, 
Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

6  While  bless'd  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
In  palaces  joy  would  appear  ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  Lord,  if  I  indeed  now  am  thine, 
And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song ; 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

8  O  drive  those  dark  clouds  from  the  sky 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 
HYMN  42.     P.  M. 
Sinner  Awaked. 
1   Ah,  what  shall  I  do, 
Or  where  be  secure. 


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li'  justice  pursue 

What  heart  can  endure  ; 
The  heart  breaks  asunder, 

Though  hard  as  a  stone, 
When  God  speaks  in  thunder 

And  makes  himself  known. 

2  With  horror  I  read 
My  sins  heavy  score, 

The  number  exceeds 
The  sands  on  the  shore. 

Guilt  makes  me  unable 
To  stand  or  to  flee  : 

So  Cain  murdered  Abel 
And  trembled  like  me. 

3  Each  sin,  like  his  blood, 
With  a  terrible  cry 

Calls  loudly  on  God 

To  strike  from  on  high  : 

Nor  can  my  repentance, 
Extorted  by  fear, 

Reverse  the  just  sentence  ; 
'Tis  just,  though  severe. 

4  The  case  is  too  plain, 

I  Took  my  own  course  ; 
Again  and  again 
1  slighted  his  \1>ice. 


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His  warnings  neglected, 
His  patience  abus'd, 

His  gospel  rejected, 
His  mercy  refused. 

5  And  must  I  then  go, 
For  ever  to  dwell 

In  torments  and  wo 

With  devils  in  hell? 
O,  where  is  the  Saviour 

I  scorn'd  in  time  past  ? 
His  word  in  my  favour 

Would  save  me  at  last. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  on  thee 
I  venture  to  call ; 

O,  look  upon  me 
Though  vilest  of  all. 

For  whom  didst  thou  languish 
And  bleed  on  the  tree  ? 

O,  pity  my  anguish 
And  say  'twas  for  me. 

7  A  case  such  as  mine 
Will  honour  thy  power  ; 

All  hell  will  repine, 

All  heaven  adore. 
If  in  condemnation 

Strict  justice  takes  place, 


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It  shines  in  salvation 

More  glorious  through  grace. 
HYMN  43.     C.  M. 
Christian's  Experience. 
1  AH  !  wo  is  me,  what  shall  I  do  ? 
1  never  knew  the  Lord  : 

1  never  saw  my  heart  aright, 

Nor  felt  God's  heavenly  word. 

2  Conviction  I  have  never  had, 
As  I've  heard  others  tell, 

How  they  were  lost  in  deep  despair 
And  sinking  into  hell. 

3  'Tis  true  I've  had  a  thousand  thoughts 
About  the  wrath  of  God  ; 

How  justly  I  deserved  the  pain 
Of  his  avenging  rod. 

4  I  never  felt  my  vileness  so, 
As  I've  heard  others  tell, 

How  they  were  lost  in  deep  despair 
And  sinking  into  hell. 

5  'Tis  true,  I've  thought  I  was  oppos'd 
To  God  and  all  that's  good ; 

But  yet  I've  nothing  else  but  thoughts, 
And  nothing  understood. 

6  I  am  so  full  of  self  and  pride 
I  cannot  love  the  Lord ; 


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And  have  so  much  of  unbelief 
I  cannot  trust  his  word. 

7  I  never  felt  so  full  of  love 
As  Christians  often  do  ; 

This  flame  of  love  to  God  above 
I'm  sure  I  never  knew. 

8  It's  true  I've  thought  that  Christ  appeared 
Quite  beautiful  to  me  ; 

But  this  did  all  arise  from  self^ 
As  I  can  plainly  see. 

9  I  never  felt  that  blessed  change 
That  others  do  express  ; 

Such  light  break  in  upon  my  mind 
When  sunk  in  deep  distress. 

10  And  when  I  try  to  search  my  heart 
No  evidence  I  find 

To  prove  that  I'm  a  child  of  God, 
That  satisfies  my  mind. 

11  So  here  I  am,  one,  all  alone, 
There's  none  that's  like  poor  me, 

I  am  not  fit  to  be  with  saints, 

Nor  Christian  company. 
J 2  Nor  can  I  join  with  this  vain  world 

Tn  sin  and  vanity  ; 
And  sport  myself  with  trilling  toys, 

*Tis  no  delight  to  mc. 


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13  And  if  I  try  to  tell  my  mind 
To  those  that  have  a  hope, 

I  fear  they'll  think  I  am  a  saint 
And  try  to  build  me  up. 

14  I  wonder  how  that  Christians  can 
Have  fellowship  for  me, 

Since  I  have  never  felt  assured 
That  I  a  Christian  be. 

15  When  I  the  Bible  take  to  read, 
Such  promises  I  see 

For  every  one  that  feel  their  need, 
And  yet  there's  none  for  me. 

16  So  now  I've  plainly  told  my  case, 
You  see  just  where  I  am  ; 

O,  that  I  might  receive  from  God 
Salvation  through  the  Lamb. 

HYMN  44.     L.  M. 

The  Afflicted  Saint. 
1    AFFLICTED  saint  to  Christ  draw  ncai 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear  ; 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 
%  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 
"  How  shall  I  stand  the  trying  day?"  ' 
He  has  engag'd  by  firm  decree, 
That  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

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3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  If  faith  is  weak  and  foes  are  strong, 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee, 
For  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross 
Of  sore  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress,  or  poverty, 

Kill  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue, 
He  comes  thy  spirit  to  set  free, 

And  "  as  thy  day  thy  strength  shall  be." 

HYMN  45.       8s. 
1   ALL  glory  to  mercy  we  bring. 
The  mercy  that  reigns  evermore, 
The  infinite  mercy  we  sing, 
The  mercy  eternal  adore. 
l2  The  mercy  converting  we  prize, 
In  mercy  forgiving  delight, 
For  conquering  mercy  we  rise, 
We  rise  and  triumphantly  fight. 


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3  And  when  we  are  wounded  by  sin, 
And  scarcely  a  prayer  can  repeat, 

The  mercy  that  heals  us  again, 
Is  mercy  transportingly  sweet. 

4  What  though  in  the  furnace  we  fall, 
Free  mercy  the  Saviour  proclaims ; 

For  mercy  in  Jesus  we  call, 
And  glorify  God  in  the  flames. 

5  For  mercy  upholding  we  pray, 
For  mercy  confirming  aspire, 

For  mercy  that  leads  on  the  way 
To  Goo  and  the  glorify' d  choir. 

6  Lord,  more  of  thy  mercy  display, 
For  all  of  thy  mercy  we  love, 

And  mercy  shall  bear  us  away, 
To  regions  immortal  above. 

HYMN  46.     P.  M. 
1   AH  !  lovely  appearance  of  death, 

What  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ? 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe, 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compare ; 
With  solemn  delight  I  survey 
•    The  corpse  when  the  spirit  is  fled  ; 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 


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2  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 
Of  all  that  could  burden  his  mind ; 

How  easy  the  soul  that  has  left 
This  wearisome  body  behind ! 

Of  evil  incapable  thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see, 

No  longer  in  misery  now, 
No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 

3  This  earth  is  affected  no  more 
With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain 

The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er, 
And  never  shall  vex  him  again  ; 

No  anger,  henceforward,  or  shame, 
Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 

Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 
And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

4  This  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 
Its  thinking ,and  aching  are  o'er  ; 

This  quiet,  immoveable  breast, 
Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  ; 

This  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 
Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain  ; 
*tlt  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 
It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 
By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 


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Now  scal'd  in  their  mortal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep  ! 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies ; 

These  hollows  from  water  are  free ; 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 
6  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breathe, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death  ; 
What  now  with  my  tears  I  bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become  ! 
My  spirit  created  anew, 

My  flesh  be  consign'd  to  the  tomb. 
HYMN  47.     H.  M. 

1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise, 
Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears, 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  lie  ever  lives  above, 
For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood  to  plead ; 
His  blood  aton'd  for  our  lost  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 


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2  The  bleeding  wounds  he  hear?, 

Receiv'd  on  Calvary  ; 

Pour  most  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  speak  for  me  ; 

Forgive  him.  O  forgive,  they  cry, 

Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die  ! 

4  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
His  dear  annointed  One  : 
He  cannot,  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

5  To  God  I'm  reconcil'd, 
His  pard'ning  voice  I  hear  : 
He  owns  me  for  his  child, 

I  can  no  longer  fear ; 
With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry. 
HYMN  48.     P.   M. 
Ode  to  Christ. 
1  BURST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  enraptur'd  vision, 
All  the  extatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  elysian  : 
liO  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies, 


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Sons  of  righteousness  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

CHORUS. 

O  how  good  it  is  for  us  to  be  blest, 
And  dwell  where  loving  Jesus  is ! 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
Freely  flash  before  him  : 

Myriads  with  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  him  ; 
Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame, 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim, 
All  the  music  of  his  name, 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme, 

O  how  good,  &c. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise, 
From  their  princely  station  ; 

Shout  his  glorious  victories, 
Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

O  how  good,  &c. 

4  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies, 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 
Jesus !  Jesus  !  Jesus  ! 


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Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 
Jesus — Jesus  !  flow  along. 

O  how  good,  &c. 

HYMN  49.     P.  M. 

1  BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 

One  who  loves  us  to  the  end  ; 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home. 

2  In  the  world  a  thousand  snares 
Lay  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  all  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  shall  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls- — Come  home. 
o  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet, 

[one  so  apt  to  turn  our  feet, 
"  me  betray  us  into  sin, 
ike  the  foes  we  have  within ; 


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Yet  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 
Christ  will  also  conquer  these  ; 
Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
Child,  your  Father  calls — Come  home. 
HYMN  50.     8's. 

1  COME  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  I  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  while  a  stranger, 
Wand'ring  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 

3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be  ! 

Let  thy  goodness  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand'ring  heart  to  thee ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 


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Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it. 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 
HYMN  5fc     P.  M. 

Pi/grinfs  Farewell. 

1  FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at 

hand, 
That  we.  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band  : 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away, 
Separation  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  loving  brethren,  farewell  for  a  while  ; 
We  shall  soon  meet  again,  if  kind  Heaven  smile  ,• 
And  while  we  are  parted,  and  scatter'd  abroad, 
We'll  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with  God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll   soon   be   dis- 

charg'd ; 
The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasure  enlarged  : 
With  singing  and  shouting,  to  heaven  you'll  soar, 
And  join    in   sweet  anthems,  where  parting's    no 
more. 

4  Farewell,  dear  young  converts,  who've  listed  for 

war, 

Sore  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near  ; 

And  though  you  must  walk  through  this  dark  wil- 
derness, 

Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  to  peace. 

5  The  world,  flesh,  and  Satin,  and  hell,  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecutors  will  strive  to-affright; 

Yet  Jesus  stands  for  you,  he's  greater  than  they, 
Let  this  animate  you  to  press  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  you  I  mint  part, 
O  haste  unto  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part  \ 


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lie's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save, 
His  arms  are  extended,  your  souls  to  receive. 

7  Farewell,  careless  sinners,  for  you  we  do  mourn, 
To  see  your  sad  danger,  and  you  unconcern'd  ; 
You're  bound  to  a  judgment,  where  all  must  appear, 
Whether  righteous  or  wicked,  their  sentence  to  hear. 

8  Your  frolicks  and  pastime,  in  which  you  delight, 
Will  serve  to  torment  you  in  that  dreadful  night ; 
You'll  think  on  the  sermons  which  you've  heard  in 

vain, 
When  hopes'  gone  forever  of  hearing  again. 

9  Farewell,  faithful  pilgrims,  farewell  all  around; 
If  we  never  should  meet  till  the  last  trumpet  sound  ; 
To  meet  you  in  glory,  I'll  give  you  my  hand, 
The  Saviour  to  praise  in  a  pure  social  band. 

HYMN  52.     P.   M. 

Pilgrim's  Farewell. 

1  FAREWELL  my  friends  in  bonds  of  love, 
Whose  hearts  in  sweetest  union  prove, 
Your  friendship's  like  a  drawing  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union's  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  my  ear ; 

And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  about  my  heart. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away, 
When  we  have  met  to  sing  and  pray ; 
How  loath  we've  been  to  leave  the  place, 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face. 


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4  O  oould  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  struggling  mind  ; 
But  duty  makes  me  understand, 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  But  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
We  must  be  parted  for  awhile, 
In  sweet  submission  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 

6  Dear  fellow  youth  in  Christian  ties, 
Who  seek  for  mansions  in  the  skies, 
Fight  on,  you'll  gain  that  happy  shore, 
Where  parting  hands  will  be  no  more. 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears ; 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seem'd  to  flame, 
Which  makes  me  hope  we'll  meet  again. 

8  Ye  mourning  souls  in  sad  surprise, 
Jesus  remembers  all  your  cries; 

0  trust  his  grace,  and  in  that  land 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 

9  Dear  Christian  friends,  both  old  and  young, 

1  hope  in  Christ  you'll  all  be  strong  ; 
And  if  on  earth  we  meet  no  more, 
O  may  we  meet  on  Canaan's  shore. 

10  I  hope  you'll  all  remember  me, 
If  here  my  face  no  more  you  see : 


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An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 
HO  glorious  day  and  blessed  hope, 
My  heart  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  happy,  happy  land, 
We'll  no  more  take  the  parting  hand. 
12  But  with  our  blessed  loving  Lord, 
We'll  shout  and  sing  with  one  accord ; 
And  then  with  Jesus  we  shall  dwell, 
So,  loving  brethren,  all  farewell. 

HYMN  53.     7s,  6s  and  8s. 

1  GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear, 
And  help  me  to  believe, 

Simply  do  I  now  draw  near, 

Thy  blessing  to  receive  ; 
Full  of  guilt,  alas!  I  am, 

But  to  thy  wounds  for  refuge  flee  : 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

2  Standing  now  as  newly  slain, 
To  thee  I  lift  mine  eye, 

Balm  of  all  my  grief  and^pain, 

Thy  blood  is  always  nigh. 
Now  as  yesterday  the  same 

Thou  art,  and  wilt  for  ever  be  : 


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Friend  of  Sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

3  Nothing  have  I,  Lord,  to  pay, 
Nor  can  thy  grace  procure ; 

Empty  send  me  not  away, 

For  I,  thou  know'st  am  poor  ; 

Dust  and  ashes  is  my  name ; 
My  all  is  sin  and  misery  : 

Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

4  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought, 
Bring  I  to  buy  thy  grace ; 

Pardon  I  accept,  un bought, 

Thy  proffer  I  embrace. 
Coming  as  at  first  I  came, 

To  take,  and  not  bestow  on  thee. 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

5  Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  side 
I  never  will  depart ; 

Here  will  I  my  spirit  hide, 
When  I  am  pure  in  heart : 

Till  my  place  above  I  claim, 
This  only  shall  be  all  my  plea, 

Friend  of  Sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 


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HYMN  54.   7'r. 

1  JESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 

While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  nigh ! 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  hide, 
Till  the  storm  oflife  is  past, 

Safe  into  the  haven  guide — 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  the©  ; 

Leave,  oh  !  leave  me  not  alone — 
Still  support  and  comfort  me  ; 

All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd, 
All  my  help  from  thee  1  bring  ; 

Cover  my  defenceless  head, 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  ; 

Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  ; 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

1  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  <rrace. 


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HYMN  55.     7s,  6s  and  8s. 
The  Converted  Thief.     Luke  xxiii.  42. 

1  As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
And  wept,  and  bled,  and  di'd, 

He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch, 
That  languish'd  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame, 
The  penitent  confess'd  ; 

Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  prayer  address'd. 

3  '*'  Jesus,  thou  son  and  heir  of  heaven, 
"  Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 

1 1  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 
"  And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood. 

4  "  Yet  quickly  from  these  scenes  of  wo, 
.:"  In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 

"  Burst  through  the  gloomy  shades  of  death 

"  And  shine  above  the  skies. 
7  "  Amidst  the  glory  of  that  world, 

"  Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me  ;  * 
"  And  in  the  vict'ries  of  thy  death, 

"  Let  me  a  sharer  be. 
6  His  prayer  the  dying  Jesus  heard, 

And  instantly  replies, 
"  To  day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 

With  me  in  Paradise." 


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HYMN  56.     P.   M. 

Blind  Bartimeus. 

1  MERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David  ! 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd  ; 

Many  by  thy  grace  are  sav'd, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid ! 

2  For  his  crying  many  chid  him, 
But  he  cry'd  the  louder  still : 

Till  his  gracious  Saviour  bid  him 
Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 
Though  by  begging  us'd  to  live ; 

But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Alms  which  none  but  Christ  could  give. 

4  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day  ; 

Straight  he  saw ;  and  drawn  by  kindness,! 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around  ; 

Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 

What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 
5  O  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

And  would  be  advis'd  by  me ; 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him  ; 

He  would  cause  them  all  to  see. 


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HYMN  57.     L.  M. 

1  OUR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ! 

The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragg'd  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene, 

He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 

Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ? 

The  Lord  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 

The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew  ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 

3  Lo!  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay, 

pLift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ; 

I  Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 
■Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who? 

The  Lord  of  glorious  power  possest ; 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too, 

God  oveT  all  for  ever  blest. 


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HYMN  58.     P.  M. 
Baptism. 

1  SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name 
In  ancient  time  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill  •; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  The  holy  Jesus  did  demand 
His  right  to  be  baptized  then — 

The  Baptist  gave  consent; 
On  Jordan's  bank  they  did  prepare, 
The  Baptist  and  the  Master  dear, 

Then  down  the  bank  they  went. 

3  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb,    | 

And  there  did  him  baptize ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleas'd  in  what  he'd  done, 

And  own'd  him  from  the  skies. 

4  Th'  opening  heaven  now  complies, 
The  Holy  Ghost  like  lightning  flies 

Down  from  the  courts  above  ; 
And  on  the  holy,  heavenly  Lamb, 
The  Spirit  lights,  and  does  remain, 

In  shape  like  a  fair  dove. 


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5  "  This  is  n)y  Son,"  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

"  O  children,  hear  ye  him  ;" 
Hark !  'tis  his  voice,  behold  he  cries 
"  Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptiz'd, 

"  And  wash  away  your  sin." 

6  Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  mark'd  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepar'd, 

0  then  arise  and  give  consent, 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus* went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

7  Believing  children,  gather  round, 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise  : 
See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling  "  Come, 

"O  children,  be  baptiz'd." 
,8  Behold  !   his  servant  waiting  stands, 
IfWith  willing  heart  and  ready  hands, 

To  wait  upon  his  bride  ; 
Ye  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare, 
■And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 
Down  by  the  water  side. 
HYMN  59.     S'gand  7's. 

1  THE  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds, 
While  o'er  the  mountain  top  he  bounds; 


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He  flies  exulting  o'er  the  hills, 
And  all  my  soul  with  transport  fills : 
Gently  doth  he  chide  my  stay, 
"  Rise,  my  love,  and  come  away." 
2  The  scattered  clouds  are  fled  at  last, 
The  rain  is  gone,  the  winter's  past, 
The  lovely  vernal  flowers  appear, 
The  warbling  choir  enchants  our  ear  ; 
Now  with  sweetly  pensive  moan, 
Coos  the  turtle  dove  alone. 

HYMN  60.     P.  M. 

1  THOU  God  of  glorious  majesty, 
To  thee  against  myself,  to  thee, 

A  sinful  worm  I  cry  ! 
A  half  awaken'd  child  of  man, 
An  heir  of  endless  bliss  or  pain, 

A  sinner  born  to  die. 

2  Lo !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand 

Yet  how  insensible  ; 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

3  O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress : 


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Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 
Wake  me  to  righteousness  ! 

4  Before  me  place  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come, 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  1 

5  Be  this  my  one  great  bus'ness  here, 
With  serious  industry  and  fear 

Eternal  bliss  t'  ensure; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

6  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
^Transported  from  this  vale  to  live, 

jT'  And  reign  with  thee  above  ! 
■There  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
»nd  hope  in  full  supreme  delight, 
f  And  everlasting  hope. 

HYMN  01.     P.  M. 
1  VITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame ! 
Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  ling'ring,  flying, 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 


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Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper  !  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 

What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite — 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight, 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell,  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears ! 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes  !  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring  ! 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !  I  mount !  I  fly  ! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ! 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  I 

HYMN  62.    P.  M.* 

1  WHILE  sorrows  encompass  me  round, 
And  endless  distresses  I  see  ; 

Astonish'd  I  cry  !  can  a  mortal  be  found, 
That's  surrounded  with  troubles  like  me  1 

2  Few  hours  of  peace  I  enjoy, 
And  these  are  succeeded  by  pain  : 

If  a  moment  in  praising  of  God  I  employ 
I  have  hours  and  days  to  complain,  -J 

3  O  !  when  shall  my  sorrows  subside  ? 
O !  when  shall  my  sufferings  cease  ? 

*  Adopted  by  the  compiler  to  be  sung  at  his  funeral. 


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O !  when  to  the  bosom  of  Christ  be  conveyed , 
To  the  mansions  of  glory  and  bliss  ?  - 

4  May  I  be  prepared  for  that  day 
When  Jesus  shall  bid  me  remove  : 

And  fill'd  with  his  power,  go  shouting  away, 
To  the  arms  of  my  heavenly  Love. 

5  The  spirit  to  glory  convey'd — 
My  body  laid  low  in  the  ground  ; 

I  wish  not  a  tear  at  my  grave  to  be  shed, 
But  let  all  join  in  praising  around. 

6  No  sorrows  be  vented  that  day, 
When  Jesus  has  called  me  home ; 

But  siugingand  praising,  let  each  brother  say, 
He  is  gone  from  the  evil  to  come. 

Tflf  souls  immaterial  can  know, 
Or  visit  their  brethren  beneath, 

Perhaps  I  may  join  yon  while  singing  you  go, 
After  laying  my  corpse  in  the  earth.  ' 

«  Tmmers'd  in  the  ocean  of  love, 

J|  I  then  like  an  angel  shall  sing, 

Till  Christ  shall  descend  with  a  shout  from  above, 

And  make  all  creation  to  ring. 
9  Our  slumbering  bodies  obey, 

And  swifter  than  thought  shall  arise ; 
And  chang'd  in  a  moment  go  shouting  away, 

To  the  mansions  of  love  in  the  skies. 


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HYMN  63.     C.  M. 

Baptism. 

1  SEE,  in  Jordan,  John  baptizing 
Him  who  came  with  power  to  save  ; 

See  the  great.  Redeemer  rising, 
From  the  humble  wat'ry  grave. 

2  Emblem  of  profound  affliction, 
Hov'ring  o'er  his  sacred  head  ; 

Of  his  death  and  resurrection 
From  the  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  Hear  the  Saviour  kindly  saying, 
Follow  me  my  children — come  ! 

See  his  early  converts  praying, 
Bowing  in  the  liquid  tomb. 

4  We,  his  saints  in  latter  ages, 
Bought  and  cleansed  by  his  blood  ; 

Reading  o'er  the  sacred  pages, 
Trace  the  humble  paths  he  trod. 

5  Down  to  Jordan,  praising,  praying, 
We  are  happy  to  repair ; 

We  are  happy  in  obeying 
Our  beloved  Leader  there. 

6  Buried  with  the  holy  Saviour, 
By  immersion  in  the  stream ; 

Rising,  we  «njoy  hi*  favour, 
Aud  devote  our  lives  to  him. 


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HYMN  64.     S.  M. 

1  BEHOLD  a  lovely  vine, 
Here  in  the  desert  ground  ; 

The  blossoms  shoot  and  promise  fruit, 
And  tender  grapes  are  found. 

2  Its  circling  branches  rise, 

And  shade  the  neighbouring  land  ; 
With  lovely  charms  she  spreads  her  arms, 
With  clusters  in  her  hand. 

3  The  city  can* t  be  Kid. 
It's  built  upon  a  hill, 

^The  dazzling  light,  it.  shines  so  bright 

It  doth  the  vallies  fdl. 
^4  Ye  trees  which  lofty  stand, 

And  stars  with  sparkling  light, 
Ye  Christians  hear,  both  far  and  near, 

'Tis  joy  to  see  the  sight. 

5  Ye  insects,  feeble  race, 

And  fish  that  glide  the  stream, 
Ye  birds  that  fly  secure  on  high, 
Repeat  the  joyful  theme. 

6  Ye  beasts  that  feed  at  home, 
Or  roam  the  vallies  round, 

With  lofty  voice  proclaim  the  joys, 
And  join  the  pleasant  sound. 


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7  Shall  feeble  nature  sing, 
And  man  not  join  the  lays  I 

O  may  their  throats  be  swelled  note.% 
And  fiH'd  with  songs  of  praise,. 

8  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
For  his  redeeming  grace  ; 

The  blessed  Dove  came  from  above, 
To  save  our  ruin'd  race. 

HYMN  65.     P.   M. 
1   FROM  the  regions  of  love, 
Lo  !  an  angel  descended, 


ew: 


And  told  the  strange  n 

How  the  Babe  was  attended  : 

Go,  shepherds,  and  vi^it 
This  wonderful  Stranger  ; 

See  yonder  bright  star — 

There's  your  Lord  in  the  manger. 

CHORUS. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Who  has  purchased  our  pardon, 
We  will  praise  him  again 
When  we  pass  over  Jordan. 
2  Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you 

And  each  nation 
Glad  tidings  of  joy — 

Now  behold  your  Salvation  ! 


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Then  suddenly  a  multitude 
Raised  their  glad  voices, 

And  shout  the  Redeemer, 
While  heaven  rejoices. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

3  Now  glory  to  God, 

In  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God, 

Is  re-echoed  from  heaven 
Around  the  whole  earth, 

Let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love, 

His  salvation  and  glory, 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

4  Enraptur'd  I  burn, 
With  delight  and  desire, 

Such  love  so  divine, 

Sets  my  soul  all  on  fire  ; 

Around  the  bright  throne, 
Hosannas  are  ringing; 

O  when  shall  I  join  them, 
And  ever  be  singing — 
Hallelujah,  &c. 

5  Triumphantly  ride, 

In  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  Jove, 
O  Jesus  all  glorious  ; 


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Thy  banners  unfurl — 

Let  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour, 
Their  God  and  Defender. 
Hallelujah,  &c. 
HYMN  66.     C.  M. 
Clifford,  St.  Martin's. 

1  OH,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 

The  glories  of  ruy  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honours  of  thy  name. 

3  JESUS,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 

'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  pow'r  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  pris'ner  free ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean  ; 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me. 

5  Let  us  obey,  Ave  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiv'n  : 

Anticipate  our  heav'n  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heav'n. 


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PAGE. 

A  few  more  days  of  grief  and  wo,  10 

At  the  shrine  of  dissipation,  12 

Ah  !  why  thus  shed  the  silent  tear,  38 

Ah  !  what  shall  I  do,  60 

Ah !  wo  is  me,  what  shall  I  do,  63 

Afflicted  saint  to  Christ  draw  near,  65 

All  glory  to  mercy  we  bring,  66 

Ah  !  lovely  appearance  of  death,  67 

rise,  my  soul,  arise,  69 

IAs  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung,  80 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring  70 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here,  72 

Behold  a  lovely  vine,  90 

Come  spirit  of  the  Persian  fire,  13 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  needy,  51 

ome  shig  us  one  of  Zion's  songs,  53 

ome,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing,  73 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise,  54 

Fear  God,  with  pious  fortitude  adore  22 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the- time  74 

Farewell,  my  .friends  in  bonds  of  love,  75 

From  the  regions  of  love,  '91 


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(Jo,  stranger,  to  the  mountain's  height  18 

God  of  my  salvation  hear,  77 

Humbled  in  dust  before  the  throne  of  19 

Hail  thou  blest  morn,  when  the  great  56 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation,  57 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  59 

I  love  the  maid  who  keeps  and  reads  17 

I  had  a  dream,  not  all  a  dream,  20 

In  witness  of  the  gospel,  an  ordinance  55 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye,  49 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul,  79 

Like  a  ship  see  the  church,  4£ 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David,  8] 

O  thou  who  dwellest  in  the  heaven  of  2] 

O  thou  in  whose  presence,  44 

O  how  happy  are  they,  47". 
Our  Lord  is  risen  from  th&  dead, 

Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing,  93 

Sweet  rivers  of  redeeming  love,  39 

Saviour  visit  thy  plantation,  4ljj 

Stop  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think,  42 

Salem's  high  King,  Jesus  by  name,  83 

See,  in  Jordan  John  baptizing,  89 

The  old  Israelites  knew,  3 

The  glorious  light  of  Zion  is  7 

The  pure  testimony  pour'd  forth  in  the  8 


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PAGE. 

The  Spirit  mov'd  with  God  on  high,  16 

The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray,  22 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show,  25 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  27 

There  is  a  school  on  earth  begun,  28 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear,  34 

This  is  the  field  the  world  below,  36 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd  37 

The  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds,  84 

Thou  God  of  glorious  majesty,  85 

Unclean,  unclean,  and  full  of  sin,  29 

^ital  spark  of  heavenly  flame,  86 

What  heavenly  music  do  I  hear,     *  30 

When  shall  we  three  meet  again,  32 
Whom  man  forsakes  thou  wilt  not  leave,33 

When  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be  33 

While  sorrows  encompass  me  round,  87 

Ye  saints,  attend  the  Saviour's  voice,  35 


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